I Hate My Washout Poem by karina douglas

I Hate My Washout



From the day I was born,
You didn't want to work for me.
Everything we tried,
Just didn't help at all.
It is as though you are constantly sleeping,
And you wish never to be awake.
Do you care about all the pain you've caused me since the day I was born?
Or that my body is now scarred for life,
Even that day by day I have to force you to work for me

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